18 November 2009

The Devil Rides Your Back

(sleep paralysis)

Can’t push it off, can’t make it stop
I’m petrified as stone
Cannot move a single muscle
Lips zipped - dry as bone

Its foul face is thrust in mine
An insufferable weight bears down
Crushes the breath from my chest
Silent screams resound

Pressure lifts like a jack-in-the-box
The threat it may be gone
I gulp for air, I look around
Anxiety lingers on


1 comment:

Dana Barnett said...

WOW Ann,This is profound!!! I feel like this sometimes...and it is indeed an awful feeling...Then God always shows me a way out of that dismay and fear!!! Very good read!